♥ home is where the heart is.

if there is nothing cozier then the dim glow of light in a warm, sleepy home-

than there is nothing sadder than the sight of an abandoned house, 

overgrown with weeds, unloved, un-lived in & utterly alone.

there is something melancholy yet beautiful about the

 abandoned house archives that keeps me looking & looking

even though the ending of their story is always the same.